Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Moldova and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jerry's Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Unrelated Segments,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
Severed Heads,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Brick,
The Sonics,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.